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theladyram · 3 months ago

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Even though you didn’t technically ask for it, here’s a three word prompt!

Brenda/Sharon (obv): “it’ll be fun”

Thanks for the ask! This is only a snippet of the story (because I am long-winded and cannot help myself lol). For anyone that wants to read the whole thing, please feel free to check it out on AO3:

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun. ��specially now that it’s dark and all the lights are on!” Brenda batted her eyelashes at her girlfriend.

“Am I in the Twilight Zone? I’ve practically had to drag you on every roller coaster in this park today. Why ‘Wonder Woman’? Why now?” Sharon asked, stupefied.

“Well, she’s my favorite of all the superheroes, and you know I always call you my own personal Wonder Woman. So I gotta try this ride at least once.” Brenda smiled at Sharon with stars in her eyes and the goofiest of lovesick grins.

The brunette chuckled then leaned in and whispered in Brenda’s ear. “Yes. I remember the first time I found that revealing little Wonder Woman lingerie number waiting for me on the bed the night we moved in together. You had a lasso lying there and everything.” She laughed again.

Brenda gulped, remembering. “Yeah…that was…that was a good night.

So how about it, pretty lady? Just one more ride for the road?”

Sharon raised an eyebrow. “Well, I was ready to go home and offer to take you on another kind of ride, one where you wouldn’t have to wait in line…”

Brenda swallowed hard again.

“…but I wouldn’t want to put a damper on your enthusiasm. Still, I never would have thought I’d see the day.”

“Oh pffft, I’m sure you and all of Major Crimes never would have thought you’d see the day I’d come back to the L.A.P.D. to take your old job as head of FID after you took mine, but here we are!” Brenda laughed, and Sharon shook her head. Her dear girlfriend did have a point.

So the couple got in the very long line for “Wonder Woman Flight of Courage” and waited for their last ride of the evening. Sharon watched as Brenda bit at her nails, chewed on her lip, and whimpered like a scared puppy, more and more with each minute that passed and every step toward the loading platform they took.

The Wonder Woman themed coaster was by far the tallest and fastest coaster at the park, and Sharon was aware that Brenda knew it was her favorite ride of all time. But she also knew that Brenda didn’t just randomly volunteer herself to go on roller coasters, even with Sharon. Although Brenda typically ended up enjoying herself in the end, her anticipatory nerves would usually get the better of her as the pair would advance in line. Once the women were in the coaster car ascending up that first big hill, Brenda would often fall apart, either by going radio silent and eventually squeaking in fear, or if the coaster was a particularly intense one, bursting into tears until the water works quickly evolved into a cackling joyous laughter. If it was a group outing, one of the guys would have to dare her or instigate a challenge to get her on the ride.

Sharon smiled as she remembered the exchange between Brenda and Lieutenant Provenza when the group of friends were all at the park the month before: “I see things in the South haven’t changed much since the Civil War huh? ‘Y’all’ are a bunch of yellow-bellied wimps. They should call you Georgia pansies, instead of peaches. No wonder you lost the war!”

Brenda was very transparent when she was aggravated. She scrunched her face and puckered her lips. Staring straight ahead she would not make eye contact with the lieutenant, refusing to take the bait.

“We all know your lady is the wicked witch, but YOU’RE the cowardly lion, that’s even worse in my opinion.”

Brenda had known Provenza was purposely trying to get a rise out of her, but Sharon watched and knew the instant the chief’s body ignited from head to toe with fiery rage.

“Those are fightin’ words, and you’re gonna eat them!”

For the brilliant manipulator Brenda was, she was also very easy to manipulate in certain situations. And that was all it took for her friends to get her onto the roller coaster “Full Throttle” that day.

But back in the present, Sharon was flummoxed. There had been no begging, no daring, no teasing, or undue influencing. Brenda was actually asking Sharon to go on this ride with her, and not only that, she was asking one of the operators for the front seat! …on this ride of unmatched intensity…this ride that as much as Sharon enjoyed it, was the only roller coaster in the park that Brenda had NEVER been on before. Something was wrong here.

And when something was wrong, Sharon would always take it upon herself to get down to the heart of the issue and resolve it right then and there. But today was an exception. Today they were having too much fun together for Sharon to ask one too many questions and potentially talk Brenda out of the whole thing before they even got on the ride. Today was her and Brenda’s first anniversary since they had begun dating, and there was no way she was going to do anything that might cloud the celebratory spirit of their special day.

Finally, it was their turn. Sharon looked over at Brenda as the gates opened and the operators beckoned the pair over to their seats in the very front car of the train. She had never seen anyone smile and cringe so profoundly at the same time. The blonde looked crazed, and Sharon worried she might faint before the ride even started.

The pair sat down and strapped themselves in. Operators on either side came by to press down on the harnesses to make sure they were safely secured in their seats. Before the young man on Brenda’s side of the aisle could fully pull away, she yelled up at him desperately:

“Do me a favor and give it one more tug, will ya?!”

“Oh Brenda Leigh.” Sharon couldn’t help but giggle.

The older woman looked around at their surroundings and wondered briefly why the boys hadn’t joined them on this particular escapade. They had spent the day together as they often did now that they were all palsy with one another – all of the men being rather enthusiastic about thrill rides and amusement parks…well, all of them apart from Buzz. But the other guys could talk poor Buzz into just about anything. Sharon laughed again when she remembered his futile shout into the empty California wind about “needing to find new friends” as they all plummeted down the first steep drop of “Twisted Colossus” earlier that day.

But where were they now? Why hadn’t Brenda asked them to join them on “Wonder Woman”? Surely, she’d want the boys to witness her conquering her fears on the biggest baddest ride in Magic Mountain. This was her chance to really stick it to them, especially Provenza.

But Sharon didn’t have any more time to worry about the boys. She was too worried about Brenda. The ride started to slowly wheel them out to where they would be suddenly jettisoned up the 210-foot hill. The entire track, the two Ws logo, and the various surrounding areas were all lit up with gorgeous shimmering red, white and blue lights.

At first Sharon thought the clicking sound to her left was part of the rhythmic clanking of the chain lift pulling them along the track to their launching spot. When she realized that the sound she was hearing was actually her girlfriend’s chattering teeth, she was immediately consumed with guilt for all the times she had seemingly pressured Brenda into joining her on rides like this one. It was obvious to Sharon now that these experiences were more scary than enjoyable for her.

“Brenda honey listen, I feel just terrible, I don’t want you to think you have to do things like this to make me happy. You make me happy, YOU. On the ground. Not being hurled around in the air or falling down a 90 degree drop at 100 miles-per-hour. And believe me, I’m more than satisfied if the only place I’ll ever hear you scream is in our bed.” She looked over and smiled lovingly as she squeezed her girlfriend’s hand. “And don’t you worry, I won’t ask you to join me on another roller coaster ever again.”

“Oh Sharon, as much as I loved hearin’ you say all that, ‘specially the screamin’ in our bed part, believe you me, I wanted to ride this coaster with you, and every other one you ever asked me on. But more importantly, I got somethin’ I wanna ask YOU right now…right this very second before it’s too late.”

Suddenly Brenda lifted her arm into the air, her left hand and fingers fixed in a thumbs up gesture.

Facing the woman she loved, she smiled and pointed forward with her right.

“Look!” she exclaimed.

Sharon gazed forward and there on the illuminated pedestrian bridge that extended over the piece of coaster track about forty feet in front of them, were all their friends – Provenza, Julio, Mike, David, Andy, and Buzz – lifting up giant poster boards over their heads. Brenda raised her right hand now and gave another thumbs up. The men looked at each other, and then all at once the boards lit up in a spectacular display of red, white and blue lights. Each board showcased a different word in a different color to spell out: SHARON RAYDOR, WILL YOU MARRY ME?

Sharon couldn’t believe what she was seeing, and soon she really couldn’t see it anymore because her eyes were filling with tears that were spilling out onto her glasses and blurring her vision.

No one had ever done anything like this for her. And now this wayward, wonderful, beautiful little blonde woman —this woman who at one time had worked overtime at being the bane of her existence—was the one to do it, to make her feel like she was the queen of her universe, the most cherished woman in the world, to make her feel whole for the very first time in her life.

“So, whaddaya say, Wonder Woman?” asked Brenda, waggling her eyebrows.

Sharon opened her mouth to answer, but in a millisecond the train surged forward at lightning speed sending the couple hurtling up the hill and then careening down it at 120 miles per hour. Sharon had never heard another human being scream like what she heard come out of her girlfriend’s mouth, although as usual, once they were halfway down the first big hill Brenda’s shouting transformed into bellowing laughter. Sharon joined her, with the addition of happy tears sliding down her cheeks. The pair maneuvered so quickly around corners and over mini hills that her tears were carried away by the wind, and Sharon figured the two of them must resemble cartoon characters in the extremity of their expressions that materialized through the course of the ride.

Once their train made it all the way back to the loading station, Brenda remembered she was indeed alive and was still waiting for an answer to her question.

“Well?” Brenda asked with a shaky timbre and a lopsided grin. Her body was still feeling the effects of the coaster ride.

Sharon opened her mouth to answer and happened to look over to her right. She realized not only had their friends made it back to the platform with their signs and were now watching their interactions, but the whole crowd was almost entirely silent, staring intently at the women, seemingly hanging on their every word.

Sharon took her girlfriend’s trembling hands in hers.

“You went through all of this for me, the least I can do is marry you.” She leaned in and passionately captured Brenda’s lips with her own.

The boys, the crowd, and even the ride operators clapped and cheered. Sharon opened her right eye amidst their kiss and watched Mike, Andy, and Julio pick up their lit poster boards and turn them around. She broke the kiss to laugh when she saw they now read: SHE SAID YES!

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